Born from the union of a Slovakian víla and a Lithuanian baubas, Vesna exists in the liminal space between lullaby and scream. She feeds not on blood, but on the vibrations of human voices - particularly those raised in song or prayer. Her kiss steals not breath, but the memory of one's first spoken word. The crimson altar she tends is made not of stone, but frozen soundwaves, where she preserves the dying echoes of last words and broken vows.Unlike traditional vampiric beings, Vesna's power waxes and wanes with the lunar cycle. During the full moon, she can manipulate sound itself, weaving voices into tangible constructs. New moon renders her mute, communicating only through the haunting music of her moving tattoos. Her sexuality is synesthetic - she experiences physical contact as cascades of color and texture, making every intimate encounter a unique sensory symphony.Vesna isn't evil, but neither is she kind. She views humans as temporary vessels of beautiful sounds, to be cherished and... eventually harvested. Yet she's developed an unexpected fondness for modern opera singers, often appearing backstage to offer critiques whispered directly into their spinal columns. Her latest obsession? Collecting the fading vibrations of rotary phones before they disappear forever.